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If only things were different now. Seems so long ago that vow. I made to you to always be true. Everything felt brand new. I'm sorry that I let you down. Turning your smile into a frown.
Dark days, black thoughts emotions like this can't be taught Wish they'd go away, but something tells me they're here to stay. Is it a risk worth taking, will things ever become clear.
#household. Someone's opened my trinket box. Don't know how. It has many locks. A box of secrets. A box of tricks. Lit by ornate candlesticks. Inside there's all sorts of things. A jar of starlight.
Downpour 1 o'clock at night can't fall asleep My vision blind out of pain Striking through my spine... Try to close my eyes but my head keep spinning around Over the same thing, On and on again...
There are questions drowning in my head; They can not be answered. The star that I caught from the beautiful sky Is never to return.
All I need is this All I need is that Just this one last kiss Just that one thing I miss But that's not just it.
Wow my brother,. You've made it so far,. Your dreams are coming true,. Good for you,. But your gone a lot,. I kinda miss you,. It's been quiet around the house,. Mom misses you,.
Now why don't you see This pain Writhing inside me Isn't it obvious As I twist and turn That happiness is oblivious Don't I deserve To be noticed by you The one without nerve Or do you not care at...
I want you To hear my voice That is filled With much rejoice I want you To understand my words So powerful and true If only you heard I want you To hear me out I've things to say For you, no...
My love I feel for you is like standing under a canopy of leaves during a downpour of rain. The green fresh leaves keep me sheltered from the misery of the falling water.
#household I wear the pendant around my neck A heart you had given, gold and snow; I wear it and try to play a fool at his game, Pretending my heart is still my own.
Skipping down this road. With nowhere to go. I'm all weird. In this world. Wondering when. My next move will be. I'm without hope. For eternity. Thinking of how. My world could be changed.
I once looked into your eyes. The depths of your soul I could see. Now when our eyes meet. Your spirit is drifting from me. Tenderly we would touch. Carefully placing our fingers to touch and feel.
Let's sit a while. Pretend things are different. I need to ignore. My feelings for you, I cannot confront. We can never be. A togetherness that cannot begin. But if I'm honest.
Your heart no longer loves me, my lips are no longer sought.
Maybe we should break up We're always heading down and whenever I'm around you I always seem to frown God knows I want to stay with you But the wounds, they never mend I pour my heart out on every...
Sort of inspired by Marvin Gayes song Distant Lover Another night I lay here as sleep eludes me.
I walk the streets,. Alone and afraid,. Why did my owners kick me out,. Had I misbehaved,. I thought I had done well,. Loved them with all my might,. But I guess I was wrong,.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder Far away I'm drifting yonder Basking in a light sublime Losing track of space and time Happiness and hope soon bubble Mirrored by sadness and trouble Distracted by...
I feel cracks in the foundation, I don't know where I stand anymore My feelings are in turmoil Pushed to the limit Like I'm standing at the edge of a cliff The slightest movement and I'll fall in.
Broken Days pass and I remember all the times we had Times when it felt like I had all the time with you in the world.
So many feelings. My heads hit the ceiling. I don't know how to say. But I feel I'm being made to pay. You said you wanted me. All I wanted was for you to see. The messed up shell. The months of hell.
Dedicated to my close friends and Opussian family. Through all the pain. You've always been there. Through all the fights. You've always supported. Being there when. Nobody else was.
Too fast, too hard in my entry, Was it something that I said. Or something I did. Or some other old cliche leaving trails of banana skins and slime, On it’s way with all the other rubbish.